"I think the worst I could manage is being a nuisance," he chuckled. The sort of sadism, cruelty, and treachery that would invoke genuine rage from Arthur were far out of character for him; if something managed to twist him to such a dreadful state, he'd rather be put out of his misery.

"Late spring, through the summer, yes," he affirmed, lifting the blanket to let Arthur back in to the warm bed.

"As for my own time, well..."

He smiled, finger trailing down Arthur's chest before his hands resettled around him. Even outside of winter, he had a rather high libido; a side effect of all that energy coursing through him. But winter was when he had that deep, instinctual desire.

"...We are in the thick of it. But if it gets too much, just say. I can behave myself."